Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 225
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 225
-You thought well.
This kind of thing needs to be corrected right from the start.
-It’s already actions that other Hollywood stars have taken, so there will be little backlash.
How many stars have suffered because of extreme fans, no, criminals wearing the mask of fans. There were even cases among them who made extreme choices because they couldn’t endure their harassment.
Because of this, many stars were trending toward no longer tolerating the actions of malicious fans.
At Ada’s explanation, Johann says coldly.
“Please make it so they can’t even think of coming to my house again.”
-Don’t worry. That’s my specialty!
When Ada hangs up the phone, Emily grabs Johann’s hand. She smiles playfully.
“You won’t be able to act for a while?”
“Puhaha!”
There would be little resistance, but would there be a manager willing to use an actor who’s hated by the public.
“That’s why I’m thankful! Now I just need to finish the sculpture!”
At the words that once the sculpture is finished, she can have him all to herself, Johann burst into laughter again, and Emily stuck out her tongue and laughed.
* * *
“Ah…! Home!”
Emily stretches as she exits the garage.
Johann also presses his throbbing head.
The two who had all their break time stolen today with questions like “Did you really sculpt this?” and “Johann really sculpted this?”
“But it seems to have served as a warning.”
The gate that had no one there, unlike in the morning. He really liked how quiet it was, unlike the noisy media.
“You’re going to sculpt right away?”
“…To bed?”
“Not happening.”
There’s homework today.
“Already?”
“It’s just simple test preparation… Don’t you guys do this kind of thing? Isn’t there more since it emphasizes practical work?”
“We don’t have any yet… According to Josh, there won’t be any assignments until the welcome festival.”
The new student welcome festival True Bruin Welcome held in the third week of September.
She said practical work would begin in earnest after that.
“Why!”
“She said all departments are like that?”
“Why are we…!”
“It’s the path you chose. Grit your teeth and endure it…”
Thwack!
“Aaaaah!”
“Hmph!”
Johann rubs his side while watching Emily sulk and enter the main house, then clicks his tongue.
‘If I follow her in now, it won’t end with just getting pinched, will it?’
It seems he’ll have to give up on changing clothes.
Johann shakes his head and heads toward the sculpture building.
The marble mass with only the nymph protruding, visible as he gets closer.
Johann puts on his apron and goggles and stands in front of the marble.
“I should just pull everything out today.”
The fleeing nymph, Pan following leisurely behind with a bewildered face, and even Eros hanging around Pan’s neck giggling.
It would be easier to finish after pulling everything out.
Johann, who was lifting the heavy grinder while absorption-reading Michelangelo, suddenly chuckles.
“I’ve really improved a lot.”
Marble that would crack with a wrong touch, marble that used to empty the pockets and necks of clients and hungry artists, the great invention that can carve it like cutting fruit, the grinder.
Johann glances at the broadcast screen that still shows 0 viewers, takes a breath, and brings the grinder to the marble.
Kaaaaaang! Kaaaang!
The intense sound echoing across the vast land.
How much time had passed like that.
A message appears on the broadcast.
Amygogo has entered the room.
* * *
“Jack! Come look at this!”
“Jack! Jack!”
“Hey, soldier! Move these to the 4th floor!”
The IT company mail delivery team in San Francisco Silicon Valley.
They receive all incoming mail from outside, inspect it, then deliver it to staff members, moving around frantically busy.
Thud!
A 30s man who finally managed to sit down after several hours slams his head on the desk.
“I’m dying.”
“Hehe. Mail delivery isn’t easy work, is it, soldier?”
The cramped, stuffy space with only 3 desks and rows of display shelves. Occupying one of them, he just turns his head to look at the middle-aged woman with thick forearms.
“It’s Jack, not soldier, manager.”
“I was a soldier too, soldier.”
“Damn it.”
“Haha!”
The manager sitting next to him laughs and pats Jack’s back.
Worry flashes across her face and disappears.
“This is Silicon Valley, soldier. There aren’t guys suddenly attacking like there, so calm down a bit. You’ll collapse at this rate.”
Flinch!
“…Don’t worry. I slept 4 whole hours yesterday.”
“Right. Rest. Just endure 1 more hour and it’s time to go home!”
Smack!
“Ugh!”
‘That strong demon hag!’
He mutters words he can’t say out loud and looks around the quiet office.
‘No!’
He can’t focus on this silence.
Because there was always something that came after silence.
Because enemy bullets would pour down.
Because he would end up standing there again.
He hurriedly accesses Twitch and scrolls down.
‘I, I need to find that broadcast!’
The broadcast he briefly entered last night and got completely absorbed in, focused on.
The broadcast where the grinder sound carving stone tore through his PTSD that struck from time to time.
He who had fallen asleep while blankly watching the wondrous sight of a beautiful lady seemingly trapped in stone being liberated by the grinder, hurriedly searches for the broadcast.
‘Found it!’
Amygogo has entered the room.
-Kaaaang!
“Oh?”
‘The sculptor has finally come!’
How disappointed he had been after waking up to the sound of insects in his ears.
His expression relaxes as he connects earphones to the computer and puts them in his ears.
“Really amazing…”
When the grinder carves the stone, someone’s shoulder is revealed.
His arm is revealed.
It really seems like he’s freeing a form trapped within the stone.
‘I wish he would sculpt until dawn today…’
While earnestly hoping, changes occur in the chat window.
… has entered the room.
-Oh, it’s not a cricket sounds broadcast?
… has entered the room.
… has entered the room.
-Huh? He’s actually sculpting?
-Ah, I came to listen to cricket sounds…
-Why?
-Because my stress is fucking severe.
-Oh dear… Hang in there.
-If you listen quietly to this stone carving sound, it relieves stress too.
‘Right.’
Is it because the camera and sculpture are somewhat distant?
Or is it because it’s in the wide open forest?
The sound that would normally be annoyingly loud enough to make you frown actually calms the mind quite well.
It makes you listen quietly and watch.
-But doesn’t this streamer communicate?
-Seems like it. He looks handsome though…
-Isn’t this kind of thing nice too?
‘It’s really nice.’
Since his discharge, he had tried countless things to fall asleep, to calm his constantly on-edge nerves.
He had kept the TV on all day, played music, and exercised until he collapsed from exhaustion.
But none of those things remained effective for more than a week.
While searching for something to replace them, he discovered live streaming.
Broadcasts that quietly communicated with viewers without music. He used such broadcasts as a substitute for lullabies.
Then yesterday he discovered this broadcast.
“It’s noisy, but it’s good because it’s not noisy.”
A feeling that as long as this sound continues, his nerves won’t be on edge.
He wanted to get off work quickly, eat dinner while listening to this sound, and fall asleep before this sound ended.
The only broadcast that fulfilled his wish of sleeping soundly for just 4 consecutive hours.
He was only anxious that the broadcast might stop due to lack of viewers.
‘Ah, that’s right!’
As Jack prayed for the broadcast to continue, people in similar situations to his flashed through his mind.
Former soldiers who panic at sudden loud noises.
‘If it’s those guys…’
After organizing his thoughts, he wrote a post in the veteran community.
“I’m finding peace listening to this streaming. I’m sharing the link hoping my comrades will too… Done.”
Tak!
After posting, Jack stared intently at the sculpture being liberated into the world.
So he didn’t know what his recommendation post had caused.
… has entered the room.
… has entered the room.
-…I think I know what you mean.
-Comrade who recommended this in the community, may God’s blessing be with you.
-Why does this calm my heart…
-It sounds just like passing by the Engineering Corps at the base.
-I think I know what you mean.
Where would the Engineering Corps have time to sleep?
Since they never knew when colleagues might have to rush out of the base, grinder sounds, welding sounds, hammer sounds and other tool sounds echoed in their area almost 24 hours a day.
Then one day, peaceful silence would arrive.
Cricket sounds penetrating the muffled ears and wind sounds winding between trees.
The few peaceful nights in that place where situations could explode at any moment.
That’s why soldiers would force themselves to sleep when that day came.
Because the Engineering Corps closing early meant there was nothing urgent left to fix.
Because they had finished preparing to perfectly protect their bodies at any time.
That small relief brought deep sleep.
‘Right. That’s exactly what came to mind, so I slept well.’
The blessed night he hoped would come again.
The night he hoped to wake up in his family’s embrace.
The night he laughed about doing this first thing when he got out into society.
Jack’s eyes slowly closed.
It was the same for others in the broadcast and those who continued to join.
* * *
“Phew.”
Chirp chirp!
Unknown cricket sounds penetrate his muffled ears.
‘They’d be quite savory if roasted.’
Wind winding between trees cools his heated body.
Lowering his goggles, he looks at the fully extracted sculpture.
Nymph and Pan, Eros.
“So this could come out of one mass.”
Though he only freed what was trapped, he thinks he really used the marble efficiently.
Johann shakes his head and turns around, lowering his mask.
“Considering the finishing, it’ll take about a week?”
Honestly speaking, the real sculpting starts now.
The work of removing the dead skin and grime stuck all over and polishing. The most annoying stage in sculpting, yet also the flower of sculpting.
“Including digital art installation… Huh?”
Johann blinks as he looks at the laptop.
Viewer count: 4,972.
“…Why?”
Why did so many people flock to a broadcast that only does sculpting?
With so many people gathered, why is the chat window so quiet?
No, that’s not what’s important.
“Ah, hello?”
He greeted awkwardly, but with still not a single message appearing in the chat window, Johann realizes something.
“Everyone just has the broadcast on while doing other things.”
Sound therapy.
Rest time filled with sound.
Just as listening to rain sounds, wind sounds, singing bowl sounds calms the mind, they regarded the grinder sound the same way.
‘Well, Michelangelo’s grinding is quite vigorous.’
It’s just freeing what’s trapped inside marble, so why would there be reason to hesitate?
“Then I’ll keep the broadcast on.”
‘Since there are people who came to listen to cricket sounds and wind sounds.’
“Johann, finished?”
“Yeah. For today. Ah, thanks for the towel and juice.”
Johann headed to the main building, brushing off the stone dust on his body with the towel Emily handed him, and only then did the chat window, frozen in an unexpected situation, thaw.
-Jo… hann?
-Wasn’t that just Johann Jefferson?
-What the hell?!
The chat window went crazy.
* * *
Gulp!
I drink a cup of coffee while looking at the sky outside the window.
“It’s dark.”
“It’s 11 PM, time for lunch.”
“Hahaha.”
While ordinary people would be thinking about pizza for a late-night snack at this hour, for those working the evening shift at Twitch Headquarters, now is lunchtime.
“Pizza? Hamburger? Cafeteria?”
“…Let’s go with pizza.”
I’m getting tired of the cafeteria now too.
“I’ll order delivery from Quick Food.”
The Woman in Her 50s nods and walks down the corridor.
Thud thud.
After walking for a while, they enter a huge room.
As the door opens, the heat emanating from people sitting in hundreds of chairs greets them.
“Streamer Jenca is wearing lingerie. We’ll suspend her for a week.”
“Kilosum has been streaming for 46 hours straight! We’ll continue monitoring!”
“Streamer…”
This is the team that monitors every move of streamers broadcasting from California where the headquarters is located.
The woman grabs the microphone.
“Everyone pay attention! You all know it’s peak time right now, right?”
From 10 PM to 2 AM, when users watching Twitch are lying on their beds and sofas, is peak time for them.
“Let’s wrap up today without any incidents!”
“Yes!”
“Alright… huh?”
Everyone’s gaze focuses on the person who’s panicking.
The word “huh?” is not allowed even for them.
“St, streamer Johann’s viewer count is surging! 30,000! 80,000!”
Streamer Johann.
A streamer with a strange concept who gathered 5,000 viewers despite having joined just two days ago.
“Is it bots or what?”
“I, I don’t know! It broke through 150,000! It keeps increasing-!”
“All streamers’ broadcasts are experiencing disconnection issues!”
It crashes. Twitch does.
Her face turned pale as she urgently shouted.
“Co, contact them to expand the servers-!”
Even people who had gone home had to be urgently called back.
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